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Subject: "I Got the DD's" (gender swap) parts 1-3
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Subject: TG REPOST: "I got the DD's part 1-3" (Magic Trans Breast)
Date: Sun Jun 18 22:46:57 1995
This is a story of trading places. A husband and wife actually trade
identities. Through the power of the occult a body transfer occurs. She
becomes he, male with all of the masculine equipment therein. And he
occupies her female form, complete with all of it's curvy protrudences.
This is turnabout at it's best, or worst, depending on how you look at it.
For the husband, it is a nightmare. A strong, aggressive, male is suddenly
thrust into a weak, vulnerable, female life. The wife however, enjoys the
power and strength of her new position as the male husband...
My name was Howard Barker and my wife was Jane. We both worked for
Wade Sigler & Con. I was a cost accountant and Jane worked as a
receptionist in the main office. Married three years we didn't have any
children. I was 22 and Jane was 20 years old. We had married right out of
high school.
Jane was very good looking. At just over five feet tall and around
105 pounds she was a knock-out. A shapely, seductive blonde with a well
muscled compact little figure. Jane was athletic, she jogged, took dance
lessons, and worked out regularly at the spa. She was in very good physical
condition.
I was in rather good shape also. Six feet two inches tall and 190
pounds, I was an equally good physical specimen. I played tennis and
racquet ball twice a week. Always careful of my diet I could boast a lean,
vigorous body.
I guess the problem was me from the very beginning of our marriage. I
liked to have Jane dress in seductive, bizarre, clothes that showed off her
figure. Jane's figure was perfection in every respect except for her
disappointingly small breasts. Because of her small breasts I made her wear
padding in her bras. I wanted her to be sexy, to have other men look at her
and want her, this did something for my ego. i insisted that she wear high
heels, short skirts, tight pants and all the kinds of attire that men find
alluring.
We had arguments about her clothes and how she dressed. She didn't
like being looked at constantly, but to please me she wore tight, seductive
outfits that showed off her rounded hips, pert little ass, and tiny waist.
It was because of my wanting a sexy wife that I pressed her to have
something done about her small bosom. She put off suggestions or attempts
on my part to change her bust size. She would say, "Howard, if you were
such a big boob-man why did you marry me? I'm not any smaller now than I
was when we were going together." She had me there, I didn't know why I was
so eager for her to have bigger tits, but I was, and I finally drug her
down to consult a plastic surgeon for breast augmentation surgery.
At first, jane refused. She didn't want big tits. "I'm big enough to
suit me. Who wants all that flesh hanging on the front of them? Not me!"
she said. But because I insisted and because she loved me she agreed to
have the surgery provided that the implants were no bigger than the B cup
size her padded bras were now and that the doctor could guarantee that it
would not be dangerous to her health in any way.
The doctor assured her that she had good muscle tone and strong
pectorals that would support any size implant without fear of sag or
shifting. He said they would be natural, not stiff, and they would be
sensitive just like her own. The doctor explained that dacron sacks would
be implanted and then filled with natural body material. "They will have
the weight and consistency of your own breast." he said convincingly. Jane
was dead set against it, but with my convincing she agreed.
Even after I got her home and she seemed satisfied that the operation
would not be harmful she still insisted on small implants. The doctor had
said that with her physical condition she could have any size she desired,
but she still remained adament. "I won't be showing up at work with a big
bust. If I have a small implant and take the padding out of my bras then no
one will ever know that I've been pumped up." she said in a plaintive
voice. I tried to persuade her to have them enlarged to at least a C cup,
but she refused.
Two weeks later I took her to the hospital and I checked in...I mean,
she checked in...it is a little hard to sort out, as you shall soon see!
Jane was morose and moody on the way to the hospital. After she
undressed and got into bed she insisted that I leave. "You go home Howard,"
she said, "I'm tired and want to nap a little, but be sure to be her in the
morning before I go into surgery."
"Ok dear," I said, and then again tried to persuade her to go for the
larger breast size, and to my suprise she said, "I'll be fine for now, just
don't be late tomorrow morning, perhaps you'll get your wish for big tits
after all. Now go home."
She seemed strange, as if in some sort of trance, her mind occupied
with other thoughts. 'Are you going to be all right?" I asked. She nodded
and said, "I'll be fine, just make sure you are here in the morning." I
assured her that I would come back bright and early, and the left. I
remember that I didn't sleep well that night, perhaps a guilty conscience,
or perhaps excitement at the anticipation of my wife becoming a sexy,
busty, blonde!
The next morning I returned as she was being wheeled on a gurney from
her room down the hall towards surgery. She was hollering, her words
slightly slurred, as if somewhat drunk. "I want to see my husband. Don't
take me yet, I have to see Howard!" Just then, I walked up. I kissed her
and wished her luck. Of course, she did not need this surgery. It was I
that wanted it and she was undergoing the procedure out of love for me. I
suddenly felt very guilty and ashamed. I told her that I loved her and had
misgivings about forcing her to become my centerfold fantasy. Jane replied
in a very serious voice, suddenly sober, "I love you so much that I'll
permit this to be done to me despite my own desires. And that's what I have
been doing since we got married. I have been on display for you ever since
we started going together." Just then the doctor walked up. "Well Mrs.
Baker, are we ready for this little procedure? We'll have you in and out of
there in no time!" he said with a smile. Then, Jane dropped a bomb that
floored me. She said, "Doctor, I've changed my mind, give me huge tits.
Make them as large as you can. Double D...Give me double D cup jugs." She
giggled almost mischievously. My mouth dropped and I must have stammered.
This was my dream come true, Jane really wanted to be my dream-girl! The
doctor was equally suprised and said, "really Mrs. Barker, are you sure? I
can give you large breasts, but you're going to have a difficult time
explaining the sudden increase in bust size to your friends an co-workers.
DD cup breasts on your petite frame will be somewhat disproprtionate to the
rest of your measurements. You'll really stick out in front, none of your
clothes will fit, and you may be embarrassed by your new, buxom figure."
"I won't be embarrassed," she replied, "my husband wants me to have
big breasts, and I want him to have what he wants!" I grabbed her hand and
asked her if she was sure...I suddenly staggered. The hall floor seemed to
be moving, and I was feeling a little light headed. Jane smiled at me and
continued, "Yes doctor, he wants big tits, I don't see why we shouldn't
give them to him." I held the edge of the gurney for support, and Jane
squeezed my hand tightly with her small, feminine hand. Jane laughed a
little chuckle and squeezed my hand with even more pressure. The last thing
I remember was looking and her brightly polished, long nails as she
continued to squeeze tightly. I must have blacked out.
After that I remember brief flashes of seeing myself looking down at
me, as though through a cloud, like a dream. I saw myself standing beside
my bed, but I was lying in the bed looking up at me! How could this be? I
looked around, I was in a hospital room. i must have passed out and they
admitted me too. I brushed back out of my eyes a lock of unaccountably
long, pale golden hair, and in doing so caught a glimpse of my own hand and
forearm. Hitero, my arms, from elbow to wrist had been very masculine and
covered with rather coarse, shaggy, dark, hairs. Now however, my arm was
smooth, pink, softly rounded, and almost hairless save for just a trace of
golden down. What was going on here? How could this be? I continued my
inspection of this strange arm down it's bizarre length to the hand
attached to the end, I couldn't say "my hand", because this most certainly
wasn't. What had been a somewhat muscular hand had became soft, small,
graceful, and had acquired beautifully groomed, wholly feminine nails
smoothly enameled a bright vermilion. Fascinated and incredulous, I looked
down at the rest of my body--and all but blacked out again. Rising up from
the sheet that covered me were twin mounds that protruded from my chest.
Then, I spoke. "What in the fuck is going on here!" I was trying to sound
forceful, but the voice was light and soft, it was the familiar voice of my
wife! I spoke again, and again the voice of Jane spoke my words. "What am I
doing here? My God, is this a nightmare?"
Then the body which still stood by the bed spoke with my voice,
"Howard, you wanted me to have big tits, you insisted that you wife have
large breasts, now you've got them! You wanted a Playboy centerfold for a
wife, a girl that would wear seductive clothes, ultra high-heeled shoes,
suggestive underwear...damn how I hated being leered at, and the remarks
people made...well, now Howard, you will know what it's like! You can be
your own dream girl, I know that I couldn't! We have changed places Howard.
You are now Jane, and I am you!" she paused for a minute, and my brain
attempted to cope with this barrage of information that I had just
received. I was reeling as she continued, "I've studied the occult for over
a year now, and have, with training, learned how to accomplish a soul
transfer. Your soul and mine have traded bodies. And, it is permanent. We
are still husband and wife, but the roles are reversed. You can be the
wife, the temptress in the tight clothes, and now with the huge tits. You
can be the big breasted, blonde, bimbo you tried to make me, and I will be
the proud husband with my trophy on his arm! You can be embarrassed feeling
that everyone is watching you, It's your turn to be constantly self
conscious. I know that it all seems like a dream now, but believe me, it's
not. Of that you can be sure..." The face on my body smiled a wry grin, and
then said, "go back to sleep my little sex-object, I'll see you tomorrow."
It was weird, crazy, incomprehensible. My body had been stolen, and I
was trapped as my wife. But now, my wife, or me, had double D cup tits. I
waved and turned, and walked towards the door, or at least my body did.
Jane walked out of my room.
I lapsed into unconsciousness only to awaken to find that Jane has
spoken the truth. It was not a dream, it was a horrible nightmare! i
explored with my hands, and felt the large fleshy appendages on my chest.
They had feeling and were sore along the base where what felt like surgical
tape had been placed. It felt like I had been punched in each side of my
chest. My hands wandered further down to discover a void between my legs.
My cock and balls were gone...missing...stolen! My heart was flopping
around like a locomotive ready to jump the track. Where was my penis? i
threw back the covers. My abdomen ran in a soft swell to a pair of long,
tapered legs that ended in thin ankles. The polish on my toes winked back
at me as they caught the reflected light of late evening. I moaned, and
actually cried out in agony. "how could this happen?" Then, my fingers with
the long, bright nails found my pubis and explored what felt like a woman's
sex. I touched the lips and slipped my finger inside a woman's pussy.
Jane's pussy...my pussy. I was Jane! I had a woman's sex, my wife's cunt. I
touched myself all over. I felt terrain that I was intimately familiar
with, just not from the inside! I had a small waist, rounded hips, long
hair, huge tits, and my body was smooth all over. The voice from my body
had been right. I was a girl, Jane had stole my body, Oh God, I was my own
wife!
I Got The DD's Chapt 2
I thought surely this must be a dream. If I go back to sleep and wake up
everything will be back to normal. Some one is punishing me by making me
have this horrible nightmare. I moaned and trashed around. The nurse gave
me a shot and the nightmare went away.
When I awoke it was morning. A quick check under the sheet revealed that
it had not been a dream, I was still a woman. The nurse came in and raised
the blinds. The sun came streaming ina and she said, "It's a beautiful
morning Mrs. Barker, time to get you up. How about a little trip to the
rest room?" I looked, the tubes were gone from my body and the covers were
rolled down. I looked down. I was no longer naked...I was sure that I had
been naked the night before.
"Something is wrong here...I'm not Mrs. Barker...I'm Mr. Barker! Nurse,
you've got to get the doctor! Tell him that something has happened to me!
My wife stole my body!!" I tried to sound firm, but Jane's soft voice
sounded weak and frightened.
"Now Now my dear, everything is just fine. Your just reacting to the
anesthetic. It sometimes makes people a little disoriented after surgery.
You probably had a terrible dream that you were your husband. You'll be
just fine." She replied in a soothing voice.
The nurse came over and pulled back the covers and I looked down at this
body that was in my bed. I could see smooth shaven legs and small feet
peeping out from a lacy night dress that was punctuated by two large
mountains that stood out from my chest. "Get away from me," I said, again
in Jane's feminine pitch.
"Come on dear, doctor's orders." The nurse insisted. Since I did feel the
urge to urinate, I let the nurse help me set up. The night dress fell open
in front, and I saw that I had two large globes of smooth flesh hanging
from my chest. They quivered as I sat up. The strangeness of this new
feeling was indescribable. I had two very sensitive points focused what
felt like a foot in front of my body. Is I absorbed the new sensations I
took a deep breath and whatched the wondrous mounds swell. The weight of my
new appendages pulled me forward and I was forced to straighten my
shoulders. There was a slight twinge of pain from my chest below the breast
area.
The nurse then guided me, I slid off the bed and put my small feet on the
cold tile floor. I stood a minute, the room tilted and then righted itself.
Again I was forced to straighten my shoulders to affect some sort of
balance. I watched my sexy cleavage heaving as I took a series of breathes.
Amazing! I was a man 24 hours ago!
The next thing that struck me was how short I was. As Howard I was six
feet two inches tall, and now it seemed as if I was now half that. The be
seemed gigantic, and I wondered how I was ever going to crawl back up into
it. Jane's pretty blue eyes seemed to be taking in all the room's coloring
much more brightly than my plain brown ones. I has always loved staring
deep into her lovely blue pools. I never would have considered that someday
I would be looking out of them. Jane's nose seemed to take in smell the
same as I did, but now I was continually surrounded by the sweet aroma of
female hair. It was a smell that would always be around me now. My mind
seemed foggy, I must have looked dazed, because I heard the nurse ask me
from what seemed like far away, "Are you Ok Jane? Do you need help?" "I'll
be alright." I said. Everytime I spoke it was a shock to hear my voice.
In the restroom I stood in front of the mirror. My eyes opened wide. I
girl was in the mirror. Unmistakably, it was Jane. I pulled at the hem of
the nightgown. The girl in the mirror shed the frothy garment. I studied
the strange creature that looked back at me from the looking glass. Her
long, tapered legs rose in a glowing faint pink into a pair of firm thighs
that swelled over a hardly noticeable crevice between her thighs and
disappeared between them. Her legs did not touch completely. There was a
slight space between them where her body had been slit open. I studied that
opening with sadness, remembering the pleasure that it had given me as
Howard. Above her firm stomach there was a flat space that rose and swelled
into two impossibly huge breasts, high, firm, and pink, with large, dark,
nipples in the center. Nipples neat as buttons of flesh. I reached up and
lifted my breasts from the bottom and caressed my fingers over the new
nipples. I was rewarded with an almost electric tingle that shot to my
groin. A small two inch strip of surgical tape covered the crease under
each hillock. I bounced on the balls of my feet and the large mounds
quivered.
I shook my head, feeling the unaccustomed hair flap against my shoulders
and cheeks. It felt soft and warm, and smelled very feminine. I raised my
hand up to touch it. What a strange feeling it was, at my age, exploring
your body for the very first time.
I had to grab the edge of the wash basin to keep from collapsing. Jane's
lovely face stared back at me from the glass. I must have touched my face,
because the image in the glass reached up to feel her face. My skin was
soft and smooth. No trace of stubble. I guess I moaned because the nurse
called out, "Are you all right in there?" I answered, "Yes, just a minute."
I quickly pulled the night gown back over my head. Again I got a tingle as
the soft, silky material slid down over my large nipples. I looked down
again at my sexy, deep, cleavage. I sure never expect to see it from my
current angle.I wanted Jane to get huge tits, well, I now had to live with
my fantasy. I was scared to admit how good the new sensations had felt. The
new Jane looked good in the mirror. I would have loved to show her off on
my arm. Now I was going to be living my fantasy from the other side. Could
I do it?
I stood in front of the john , lifted the lid, raised the short skirt and
reached for my penis. My hand found nothing but air...My mind was still
foggy...I was confused...suddenly I felt the extreme need to
urinate...somethings had not changed, my kidneys felt as they always had
when I need to take a leak...in a daze I let go and felt the warm liquid
running down my leg. Just then the nurse came in, "Oh Mrs Barker! You
should have called! Sit down!" She guided my onto the toilet, and I
finished peeing. "Ok" I said, "help me up please." The nurse looked at me
as if waiting for something. "I said please!" I added. "But, you need to
wipe Mrs. Barker." Shit, something else new. I reached over and grabbed a
piece of tissue, again marveling a the well groomed, polished nails on my
tiny hand. I inserted it into Jane's pussy and overloaded my senses.I just
could not deal with the feeling of something inside my groin.
The next thing I remember I awoke in my bed, and the nurse was bring in
my breakfast. I was suprised to find that I was actually hungry. "Hello
again Mrs. Barker, how are we?" The nurse asked in a concerned tone. "You
are Mrs. Barker aren't you?" Uh-Oh...she must have thought I was nuts. "Oh,
yes, I'm fine now. What a strange dream! I was actually Howard. Thank you
for your help." Relieved, the nurse put down my tray and left. I picked at
my food and watched fascinated by my small hands that held the fork. As I
brought the food to my mouth I glimpsed my large tits, and that held my
attention for a few seconds. I got over the shock and continued the upward
swing to my mouth. My lips felt much fuller than they had been, but my
mouth was definately smaller, forcing me to take smaller bites than I was
used to. My first attempts resulted in egg spilling out and falling down in
my cleavage. I reached down to get it, but the long nails impeded my
attempts. Finally, I took the napkin and wiped the food out from between my
new udders. Everything about me was small except for the balcony that I
supported in front which made it difficult to get next to the food tray.
This new life was going to be difficult to adapt too. I had to get Jane to
switch us back as soon as she came in!
The nurse came back and took the tray, informing me that my husband would
be in shortly to see me, and handed me a make-up case, obviously to prepare
for this visit. I opened the case and the mirror inside the cover reflected
the same familiar face that I had saw in the bathroom. It was drawn, pale,
and wide eyed with disbelief. I moved my mouth, blinked my long lashes, and
the face mimicked me.
I combed Jane's blonde hair as best I could and was fumbling around for
something, perhaps lipstick or the like...suddenly I began to think, why am
I doing this...all at once I was consumed with rage...that bitch had better
give me my body back! I couldn't live in her body! Then the frustration of
my predicament hit me, and I began to cry...just like a girl...the sounds
of my girlish sobbing saddened me more, and I began to bawl.
The nurse comforted me and helped me dry my eyes. I had just gotten
settled back down when the doctor came in.
"The operation went super. You're pectorals were excellent, the best
ever, and we were able to fulfill your wish and give you two splendid
breasts. You'll find that you are now somewhere around 40 inches, Double D
cup. Rather large for your petite build and weight, but firm and well
supported. You won't have to worry about sag or shift as your muscle tone
was so terrific. The slight discoloration will disappear in a few days, and
the small scar will be in the fold of your breast where it will not show."
He said with a hint of pride in his voice. "We'll leave the surgical tape
on for now. I'd like to keep you here overnight. The nurse told me about
you little reaction to the anesthetic. Just a precaution." That ended his
conversation, and he rushed out. I had noticed that the tone he had used
with me was much mure demeaning than yesterday when I was Howard.
The doctor had no sooner left than the door opened and I entered. or what
had been me...entered. The body (I still could think of that masculine form
as Jane) came over to the bed and kissed me in a familiar manner.
'How is my sexy new wife?" It said in a strange voice with a secret
smile. I was sure that it was my voice, but I had never heard my voice as
another person hears it, so it sounded odd.
I was already on the verge of hysterics. I screamed, "What the hell have
you done to me? To us? Are you crazy?"
"I've merely put things right Howard. Since the day we were married
you've wanted me to be on display everywhere we went. You wanted everyone
to look at me. I've been to psychiatrists and they all agree that you
didn't want them to look at me, but at you. So you used me to get
attention." Jane said in a plaintive voice. I thought, I sound like a girl.
My voice sounds sort of female. Not that it was higher, but the inflection
was definately feminine. "You wanted attention. You felt they would not
look at you because you were ordinary. You did not know how to be
extraordinary, so you made me the exhibitionist. I couldn't spend the rest
of my life with all that attention. I wanted to hide, but you forced me. I
love you, but I couldn't go on as things were." She caught her breath. I
shook my head. I started to interrupt her, but she went on. "Since you like
the attention I thought, why not let you be the point of attention. Now you
will be looked at with desire and lust as well as envy. I can vouch for
that, because I feel my new feelings being aroused by looking at your
lovely face and new body. And I like the feeling. I like being you Howard!
I like this strong body. I feel powerful now, not weak and submissive."
"You're crazy!" I spat at her. "You've ruined our lives." As I spoke I
pulled up my blanket, covering my curvy form. "I don't think so Howard,"
she said walking over to the window and looking at me as she continued,
"and there's no use hiding behind that blanket. You are going to be on
display for the whole world's attention. I think that you are going to like
being me when you get used to it. There are alot of advantages to being a
sexy girl. I should know! I think psychologically you're going to enjoy
being the showhorse. I know that I'm going to like being plain old you
better than being a sexy blonde bimbo!"
"well, I hate it!" I said passionately, "switch us back this minute!"
"You'll get used to it Howard," she said, "you have no choice. It's
permanent. No one can change us back. We are stuck this way 'until death do
us part', so you might as well deal with it."
"My god, you are insane. You actually like being a man? You are a woman!
How can you like being me?"
"I enjoy being tall, strong and agile. Just think of all the sports that
I can participate in now that I have this strong, male body instead of that
weak dainty one. I hated being weak...being taken advantage of...being
pushed around and talked down to because I was an attractive blonde. And
Howard, I have always found women attractive. Now, I can sleep with a woman
all I want and it will be 'normal!' Yes, I like being you, and you're going
to have to get used to being me."
"I'm not going to stay this way, " I shouted, "so I won't have to get
used to being like this!
"We'll see. But for now, the doc says you can go home tomorrow, so I's
better get you some clothes to wear. I'll buy you some new bras for those
huge jugs!" She laughed...she actually laughed! "Damn, those sue are some
big tits you've got there girl." She said picking up her jacket and putting
it on.
"I'm no god damn girl!" I yelled in reply.
"My, such shocking language from such a sweet looking girl. Looks can be
deceiving, but if you check that mirror, I'm sure you'll find that you are
unmistakably female. Not many men have 40DD tits! Remember Howard, being a
sexy woman is better than being no one at all. I had that option....see
ya!" and with those words, she left, hands in her pockets and whistling. I
started to giggle. Jane had never been able to whistle. I puckered my full
lips and tried...nothing...I cried myself to sleep again.
I Got the DD's
Chapt 3
In the afternoon, the nurse brought me a light lunch. I was hungry, but
found that a small amount of food satisfied me. I no longer had my male
appetite. Jane was a small eater.
I napped part of the afternoon. I awoke suddenly...I had been dreaming.
Even in my dream I was Jane. I was a topless dancer in a strip joint. My
large tits were floppy wildly as I danced. I was wet with persperation when
I awoke.
I read a "Cosmo" magazine that I found sitting on the bedside table. Then
pictures of the scantilly clad women made me begin to feel sexually
aroused. My nipples started to tingle. I put the magazine down. My stomach
felt warm, as well as my strange new arrangement between my creamy thighs.
I tried to relax and think calming thoughts. I couldn't allow this strange,
female body to rule my desires!
I looked for a robe. Finding none, I jerked the blanket off the bed,
wrapped it around me and sat in the big chair that was in the room. I
looked out the window and reflected on what I had become and what I was
going to do. I had to find a doctor. Someone who could change us back.
I thought about my job and Jane's. Could I handle being a receptionist?
Would I be able to act like a girl, poised and feminine, or would I forget
and do something vulgar? And what about jane? Could she handle my work?
Maybe if I tutored her on each project. Could she be masculine all the
time? I could just see the whole office labeling her as a fag if she acted
too feminine in her actions or walk.
I chuckled to myself...Old man Wade would have a fit. A butch
receptionist and a fairy cost accountant. But then, if we did loose our
jobs we would probably be all right. Jane's folks had died and left her a
large amount of money. When she made me her she had also given me the
money. But I wanted to be poor Howard, not rich Jane.
The next morning the doctor came in bustling at talking a hundred miles
an hour. He pulled down the covers, pulled up my night gown and removed the
surgical tape under my breasts. He then pulled my gown back down, and my
large breasts bobbed up and down annoyingly. I looked down at the huge pair
and shivered. They undulated back and forth like a sea of Jello. "You can
go home today sweetheart. Just as soon as your husband comes to get you." I
shuddered when he said "husband."
The doctor left the room. I reached up and cupped one of my melon shaped
mounds. It was smoother than anything I had ever felt on my own body. it
had moved heavily on my chest as I lifted the mound. I fingered a nipple
that was almost as big as my old little finger. It felt good...i could feel
my woman's pussy twitch with excitement. I squeezed and fondled it. i felt
the blood flowing to my nipple. God that felt good. Maybe there were some
advantages to being a woman.
I laid back and was suprised to notice that my breasts did not flatten
out, but stood tall on my chest. They were very large. The doctor had been
right, I would have a difficult time explaining those at the office.
I sat up so that I could see myself in the mirror. There was no use
fighting it. I was a girl, and an unusually voluptuous one. I looked down
at my body where my hips joined in a pretty triangle of blonde hair that
lead to two curvaceous legs. I jumped out of bed and massaged my big new
tits. The thin material of the night gown hardly mattered at all as i
rubbed and pinched. I watched the nipples begin to harden and swell
outwards. My whole body felt restless, but I really didn't know what to do
about it. So I got back into bed.
A little later Jane came in with a package under her arm. "The dc says
you can go home, so I brought you some clothes. Get dressed and let's get
out of here."
Jane came over and pulled back the covers, took me by the arm and pulled
me up, swung me around so that my feet hung over the side of the bed and
put the package in my lap. "Come on Howard, lets get going!"
I couldn't move, I just sat there. Jane reached out and stood me up. She
seemed to been enjoying her dominating role and her new found strength as
she lifted my petite frame off the bed. A slight smile parted her lips.
"Wow!" Jane said, "They are tremendous." She stared wide eyed at my huge
tits. "I'm sure glad that you'll have to navigate those around instead of
me!" she added.
The two breasts swayed back and forth as I straightened my shoulders
against the unaccustomed, new, weight. They poked out in front like two
cannons ready to fire.
Jane unwrapped the package and produced a bra which she unfolded and held
out to me. It looked like twin parachutes. She helped me slip it over my
arms, cupping my mammalia, and hooked it behind my back. I looked down at
the strange, lacy, red garment. I felt detached from these strange
proceedings. As if I was standing apart from myself. I thought that with
these big protuberances that I wouldn't be seeing much of my feet. I guess
first I lost my body, and now I was losing my mind.
Jane said, "I am going to have to help you get dressed for a while, at
least until you get used to wearing girl's clothes." She handed me a pair
of dark colored panty-hose, and told me to sit in the chair and pull them
on. "Be careful," she warned, "they aren't like you old socks. Don't poke a
hole in them!"
I pulled the nylon hose up over my smoothly shaven legs. They fitted
snuggly over my long legs, but getting them over my wide hips and
protruding ass was quite another story. As I tugged them up, I felt them
pull into my womanly split between my legs. It actually felt sort of nice.
My blonde pubic bush was just visible through the nylon mesh.
Jane tossed me a pair of fashion jeans with the word "Chic" embroidered
on the back pocket. After a bit of a struggle, I hauled the up and closed
the zipper. The seem in the crotch really pressed into my pussy. I could
have sworn that if I weighed just one more pound that I would never have
gotten them on.
The hot pink short sleeved sweater that Jane held out to me was never
designed to contain an abundant bosom like the one that I now possessed.
The sweater molded itself over the lace brassiere like a second skin.
Jane sat me down in the chair, retrieved the makeup case from under the
bed and began to work on my face and hair. "This is one thing that we're
going to have to work on. No wife of mine is going around without makeup."
she said as she deftly applied eyeshadow, mascara, rouge, bright pink
lipstick, all the acutriments of an alluring female face. My thickened
lashes brushed against my powdered cheeks when I blinked. Sticking long
dangling earrings through the holes in my lobes, she said, "Now I'll get
you shoes and we can go."
The shoes that she produced from the box must have had heels that were
over three and a half inches high. They were a glossy bright pink pump that
perfectly matched my sweater. I had called them her "Come fuck me pumps"
before.
"You've got to be kidding me," I said in a meek voice, "I'll never be
able to walk in those things."
"Sure you will. Just take small steps and keep the weight on the ball of
your foot, not the heel." She said, helping me slip into the shoes.
As I stood up the heel height pitched me forward. That, with the weight
of my full bosom caused me to loose my balance, and I would have fallen if
it had not been for Jane reaching out to stabilize me. As i leaned against
her I thought that I would be repulsed by here closeness, but instead
welcomed her strong embrace.
She stood me straight and helped me to make a couple of tenative steps.
Maybe if I took tiny, mincing steps I could make it to our car. I moved
around the room testing my balance in the stilt shoes with my new anatomy.
"why did you bring such ridiculous shoes for me to wear? Couldn't you
have found any tennis shoes?" I said to Jane.
"You used to make me wear them everywhere I went, Remember, Howard my
love?" She replied in a mocking tone.
She was right. I did insist that she often wear high heels. Infact, the
only time that she wore athletic shoes was when she worked out in the gym.
I even made her wear heels to the gym, and then change. She had always
looked so damn good in them. I was beginning to regret my previous choices
in her wardrobe.
"I guess I'll make it. Let's go." I said, and started for the door.
As we walked down the hall my shoes made a clacking sound on the tile
floor. My hips rolled from side to side as I minced along on the high
heels. I was sure that I was presenting quite a sight from the rear with my
plump ass rotating under the skin tight pants. I tried to squeeze my ass
and cut down on the movement, but it was impossible. my female hip bone
articulated in a manner completely alien to my male experience.
As we walked I couldn't get used to being so short. Everything looked so
big and tall. I felt weak and threatened. It was strange how my change in
perspective had changed my feelings.
I swung my arms for balance and noticed my arm brushing against my
breasts which swelled out past the side of my rib cage. I glanced down at
the bouncing tits, which jiggled which each step I took. There was no way a
bra was going to keep those swingers still.
In the parking lot Jane rushed around to open the door of our Firebird
for me. "I can open a door." I said. "As a girl, there are certain things
that you can expect. This is one. Remember, you are the weaker sex now
sweetie." Jane replied. I hated her demeaning manner. She was really
enjoying this whole fiasco.
While getting in the car I found that there was an advantage in being
small. I had always had a hard time getting in an out of the low car. This
time, I slid into the front seat with ease.
Jane cautioned me about how I got in the car. 'with pants on, you can get
away with getting in like that, but with a skirt you're not going to be
able to just step into the car. You've got a lot the learn girlie."
"Screw you Jane, I'll do things the way I want. Who says I'm going to
wear a skirt anyway." I snarled.
At home, Jane parked the car in the garage, and I jumped out. I almost
went on my nose...I had forgotten about the sill high heeled shoes. I
recovered my balance and bolted for the door. Once there, i had to wait for
jane. When I reached for my keys, I remembered I had nothing in my pockets.
I couldn't have gotten my hands in them anyway as tight as the pants were.
Jane observed my actions and remarked, "You'll have to start carrying a
purse missy."
Inside the house, Jane grabbed my arm and drug me, stumbling, up the
stairs to the bedroom. I thought, "oh no, she's going to fuck me!" I
struggled, but it was no use. She had my strength, and my little body was
weak and helpless compared to her masculine form.
"I could rape you, you know that don't you Howard?" she said bluntly.
"I know that I can't stop you, but I'm going to put up one hell of a
fight!" I spat at her.
"Well, relax. I have no intention of fucking you until you're ready. You
have needs. Female needs now, Howard. You'll want it. Trust me. I just
wanted to prove my point. I am the man now. Go take a shower and get
dressed, we're going out for supper." She said as she tossed me into our
bedroom.
I sailed across the room and landed face down on the bed. I rolled over
and answered, "I don't want to be seen in public. Not like this." I waved
my hand in front of me. "Why can't we just get a pizza and eat here?"
"You've only been a woman a day and you're already concerned how you
look! How charming! No, if we ate here, you would cook, but I want to take
you out. We have reservations at the Country Club." She said with a note of
finality. "I'll pick you out something to wear as you get ready."
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I Got the DD's Chapter Four
I let the warm water of the shower flow over my new curves. Taking a
shower in a new body was a difficult task. All the old familiar contours
were gone. I had to soap and lather new areas. My whole body felt alive. I
reached up to wipe the soap from my eyes and ran into a tit. The hair was a
living monster. Finally the chore was finished. I carefully towled off and
stepped into our bedroom, naked. Jane went to the closet and pawed
through the dresses hanging there.
"We've got to find something to show off those big new tits of yours," she
said. "Here, I think this will work just fine."
She unhooked a hangar that had a black mini-skirted dress and layed it
across the bed. I recognized the dress. It had been one of my favorites
on Jane. Backless, with a fitted waist and a very short skirt. She had worn
it with a padded, push-up "Wonder-bra" that had made her look busty. I
wouldn't need any padding. In fact, I wasn't sure that I could get the
skimpy thing over my gigantic tit mounds.
"There is no way that I am going anywhere! Especially in something like
that!" I shouted in my ridiculous voice.
Jane unbuttoned her shirt and took off her pants. "Oh yes you are. Even
if I have to drag you, so come on and get those clothes on. Our reservation
is in 30 minutes." She said firmly as she pulled one of my suits out of the
closet.
I sighed a big sigh of resignation and picked up the dress, trying to
figure out exactly how to put it on. I noticed Jane watching me, and I saw
a bulge in her jockey shorts starting to grow. Shit, she was getting
excited looking at me. I wondered how she could get excited looking at
herself. A psychiatrist could have a field day with us now. Still, it had
to be strange for her, getting a hard-on for the first time! I glanced at
myself in the full length mirror and realized why Jane was reacting as she
was. Naked, bare breasts, bouncing with my every move. A tiny waist with
wide hips and a full, generous ass. My legs seemed to go on forever. A sexy
full, mane of golden blonde hair, framing a face that combined a shy
innocence with a sensuous sexual element. God, I was turning myself on just
by looking in the mirror! I had to get out of this body! I felt my newly
acquired cunt become warm and moist. It felt alot like getting a hard-on as
a man, just all inside of me.
"Jane, maybe we should just stay home and explore our new bodies. You
know, get used to it before we go out in public." I stated in a low, husky
tone that suprised me.
"Come on Howard, hurry up and get dressed. We don't have all night.
Besides, you have a lifetime to get used to that sexy frame!" She grinned,
ignoring my obvious hint.
I ran my hands over my breasts, down my stomach, and around to the two
rounded globes of my butt cheeks. They felt soft, yet firm, and so smooth.
I reached down and picked up the pair of pantyhose that Jane had left on
the bed beside the dress. I sat, and pulled them up my long legs carefully.
God, this felt weird. My ass was a mile wide, and I watched the silky
stockings caress my thighs through my own deep cleavage. Reluctantly, I
stepped into the dress, pulling it up over my hips and breasts, just as I
had watched Jane do a hundred times. I closed the side zipper. The skimpy
rag fit firmly at my waist, with some fullness in the skirt, but it just
barely confined my big tits. Looking back at the mirror, my reflection
looked almost indecent. You could see the sides of my rounded globes where
the dress was open in the front. It felt like any sudden movement would
cause my silicone implanted orbs to pop out.
Jane said, "Now you know how I felt in that dress...like I was naked! The
men at the club will love it. the wives may not appreciate your free show
however!" She laughed.
Jane handed me a pair of shoes. "Here, slide your dainty feet into these,
and lets go." I looked down, and noticed the dress was even shorter than I
had imagined. Coming down to only mid-thigh, it showed most of my legs. I'd
have to be very careful how I sat. Now I remembered why I bought the dress
for Jane. The shoes that Jane had handed me had also been some of my
favorites on her. The heels were at least four inches high, the straps came
across the toes and up the back of the ankle. With Jane's small size five
foot, and a heel this high, I was close to walking on my tiptoe. My foot
arched close to perpendicular to the floor. I could now see why Jane had
complained about wearing these shoes. And now, I had to put up with them
all evening. I walked, with some difficulty, across the room towards the
mirror. It was like walking on stilts, throwing my large bosom forward and
my protruding ass back. Everyone would be watching me mince along in these
high heels, just hoping one of my big tits would fall out of the dress! All
the men were going to get big hard ons and want to screw me! This was to
much! Jane quickly applied my make up for me, She said we didn't have
enough time for me to fumble with it. I blinked my eyes, feeling the silt-
like powder on my lids as my lashes brushed my cheek. The taste of lipstick
was still something I associated with a sexual response. I needed to learn
how to control that! I felt stifled. I saw myself come out of the
bathroom in my brown suit. I was walking toward myself before I realized
that I wasn't me anymore. I was my wife, and she was me. I shook myself and
to my--- Jane's arm, and we walked out. With Jane's help I managed to
walk to the car. My skirt brushed across my nylon covered thighs. The cool
air rushed up my legs. I could feel it clear to my crotch. I felt
completely vulnerable. Getting in our low car I discovered what she meant
about entering a car. With pants, I could enter feet first, like a man, but
with a skirt, especially one this short, I found that I had to sit first,
and then swing my long legs in. In the car, we were silent for the first
few blocks.
Then, jane blurted out suddenly, "Damn it! I forgot to have you carry a
purse."
"What do I need with a purse?" I said.
"Part of being a woman is carrying a purse Howard. You don't have any ID
or money, and most importantly, you don't have any makeup to repair your
face if you mess it up! You have alot more to learn than I do sweetie!"
As we were riding along, I slid over next to Jane. I wasn't sure how I felt
towards her now that she had did this to us. I needed to experiment, to
test both of our feelings. I needed some form of control again. I reached
over and unzipped her pants.
She hollered "Howard! Stop that! You'll put us in a ditch!"
"Now Jane, you just relax and let me handle this." I replied in that
husky tone again, hauling her dick out of her pants. "I saw your pole
start to rise back in our bedroom. It must be hard, not knowing what to do
about it." I had often handled this piece of meat. My hand, much smaller
and softer encircled it and began to pump.
"Oh, Howard...Don't! Oh my gosh, I can't drive like this!" She said in
an excited voice.
"Just keep your eyes on the road. it feels good, doesn't it Jane. i'm
really very experienced at this...All those nights you had a 'headache'." I
said, stroking faster and faster. With my other hand I reached up to take
her handkerchief out of her breast pocket. It took two tries with my long
nails, but I got it just in time to drape it over the head of her cock as
it jerked and spurted as she came into the handkerchief.
She sighed, and said "Oh, that was heaven." I sighed also, saddened at my
thoughts. Jane would never have done that for me.
"Did you like that Jane?" I said. She nodded. "Why didn't you ever do
that for me?"
"I don't know...I just couldn't touch you like that." she said in an
embarrassed voice.
"Now you'll have to touch it, and I bet you'll be spanking it every
chance you get!" I said with a smile.
At the restaurant Jane said, "Now wait for me to open the door."
Getting out of the car my skirt rode up over my hips, exposing all of my
nylon covered legs and some of my dark pantied crotch. Jane pointed, and I
glanced down. Now I really understood her caution about getting in and out
in a lady-like manner! I got out and pulled the short skirt down as much
as I could. I took Jane's arm, and with small, careful steps, ankled into
the club. Every man and boy's eyes bugged out as they looked at me. A
waiter almost dropped a tray. The dress was so tight that it left nothing
to the imagination. Everyone knew that everything under the dress was all
me. My unconfined mammaries jiggled and bounced around inside the brief
top, trying to escape. My rounded hips and as rolled from side to side as I
minced along, trying to act feminine. At the table, I tried to sit
demurly, and because of the short skirt, crossed my legs to protect my
crotch, which still seemed somehow vulnerable. I discovered another fact,
crossing my legs was much more comfortable as woman than as a man. No cock
and balls to squeeze. But the height of my shoes forced me to point my
foot, which caused me to frequently change position. Each time I untangled
my long legs and recrossed them, all of the men and some of the women
watched me.
"See, Howard," Jane said,"You can't make a move without everyone looking
at you. All of the men are undressing you and mentally making love to your
sexy little body!"
"Yes, but when they look at me, they also see you." I replied.
"Ah..but they look at me, but they don't see me. They only see you."
Jane, playing the role of husband, ordered for us. As I ate, I was
fascinated by the small hand with the meticulously manicured nails that was
feeding me. And again, I was aware of my small mouth, forcing me to take
small bites of food. Eating as a busty woman was obviously an entirely new
experience. I had to remember to take small dainty bites. To be delicate in
the way that I handled myself. but because of my overhanging bust in front
I was forced to lean over just to see my plate. I realized that this gave
Jane a very sexy view of my cleavage.
"Does looking down the front of my dress make you hard under the table,
Jane?" I whispered to her, rubbing my leg against her's.
"Shut up, you smart alec," She scowled.
Suddenly, I had to go to the restroom. I was truly suprised at how
quickly the urgency came on. I looked across the room at the door marked
'Ladies." It seemed a million miles away. The men's room was closer, but as
I looked down at myself, I knew that wasn't the right choice anymore. A
urinal wouldn't do me any good! I smiled as I recalled the incident in the
hospital. I slid my chair back and stood. All heads turned. Jane looked
up.
"I have to go," I said in a worried tone.
"Can you make it OK?" she asked.
I nodded and started for the other side of the room. At first I tried to
walk round shouldered so as to minimize my big bust, but I soon discovered
that walking like that in very high heels with tits that weighed at least
three pounds each was not possible. I straightened up and taking small
steps, weaved my way through the tables to the restroom. I smiled at the
way that some of the men had almost twisted off their heads trying to get a
look at me. Jane had been right, I was the center of attention. In the
John I pulled up my short skirt, tugged down the silky hose, and let the
piss stream out of my pussy lips. As I let the urine flow, I remembered
back to high school sex ed, and all the terms I had learned. Labia, vagina,
ovaries, uterus, all mine now. I almost forgot to wipe myself when
finished. Front to back, don't want an E-choli infection! So much to worry
about now. It was a miracle that none of our friends were having dinner
that evening. We finished dining and drove home in silence. Jane must have
been deep in thought, but made no comments. I fully expected some remark
about my performance. At home, I managed to negotiate the walk into the
house without Jane's arm for balance. Maybe I would learn how to walk in
these friggin' shoes after all! I began to feel my old male confidence
return. Maybe I could beat Jane at her game after all. Maybe if I only
acted ultra-feminine she would give up on teaching me a lesson and turn us
back. I had to hope that there was an end. I couldn't accept the fact that
I could be trapped as a gorgeous blonde for the rest of my life.
I Got the DD's Chapter 5
Safely back at our house, I walked over to the dresser where I knew that
Jane kept her nighties. My parading around the bedroom without any clothes
on didn't seem to have any effect on Jane. i found a baby doll nightie all
trimmed in lace and pulled it on over my head. I picked up the matching
panties and pulled them on over my shapely hips.
In the bathroom I washed off all the make-up that Jane had so carefully
put on me. I looked in the mirror. Jane had always looked good, even
without makeup. I examined my new face critically. If I was to be a girl,
at least I was a good looking one. She had a gorgeous face with bright blue
eyes and a clear, glowing, soft complexion.
In bed I lay waiting for Jane. I couldn't help thinking about our sexual
relationship now and how I was going to feel about her. How could I accept
her making love to me as a man? The idea seemed almost repulsive to me.
But, I was a woman now, so it would be normal. If a man didn't make love to
me it would be a woman. Was I a lesbian now?
I let my hand stray down to my thighs. There was a thrill in rubbing my
own thighs and feeling the warmth begin to churn in my stomach and chest,
all the way to the nipples of my breasts. I let my hand wander between my
legs, stroking myself until my hands felt the long slit that entranced me.
Beside it, I could feel two rolls of soft, firm, resilient flesh. The twin
rolls seemed to be stuck together so that I could only slide my finger in a
very short way. I couldn't see what my fingers were doing because of my
huge bosom, but I could feel their effect as they slid deeper into my
canal. My stomach began to growl and my rump started swinging as if it were
an independent creature, separate from me. All I could think of was that I
had an itch inside of me, and I needed to scratch myself. I got up and
looked into the bathroom. There was a jar of Vaseline in the medicine
chest. Without hesitation, I pulled of the nightgown and stuck my hand into
the gooey substance and walked back into the bedroom. As soon as I laid
down, my legs spread wide and my fingers again found my new slit. The
itching inside was becoming more intense. I put my finger against it and
pushed. To my suprise it slid in without difficulty and I began to massage
what felt like a hard, bulbous mass held firm between two walls. My brain
started to reel and my body took on a motion of it's own. I was on my back,
and my feet were flat on the bed. I was pumping up and down, straining to
reach something that I could not describe. My pumping became faster and my
breath became more and more labored. I felt like I was climbing some kind
of hill that went up forever. My finger was jabing in harder and harder,
pressing against the hard core inside me.
Suddenly I was flying. I was soaring over the world in a step climb.
Then, there was only myself in a velvety sky with a backdrop of bright
stars. My arms felt outstretched like the wings of a seagull when he races
downwind on unseen currents. It was beautiful sensation, and it went on and
on. Gradually, it stopped, and I stood up to look at my hand. I couldn't
see anything on it, but it was wet almost to the wrist!
I went back into the bathroom and washed my hands. As I looked up I saw
myself in the mirror and laughed for the first time since I awoke in Jane's
body.
"You naughty thing," I said, looking in the mirror at the soft, downy
junction between my smooth thighs.
Suddenly, it felt like a dear friend that I had always known. I bent down
and tried to kiss it, but my lips came to my knees. Odd, I thought, that I
can bend so easily. I bent over to one side, then bent far back. It was
amazing how supple my new body was. I was suddenly delighted. I threw my
arms out, lifted my legs the way I'd watched Jane do when she danced,
twisted from my waist and tried to touch my back. I could reach up between
my shoulder blades without any difficulty at all! I breathed in deeply,
this time trying to see how far I could make my already out-thrusting
boobs stand out.
Without any warning at all, my insides began to go into spasm. In a flash
I was soaring again. There was no build up, no long climb. I held on to the
wash basin and let the feeling take me where ever it wanted to. The inside
of my slit was churning away in a delightful mixture of heat and motion
that warmed my whole body. When it passed I felt weak. I sat down on the
toilet.
I'd heard that some women have reverberations, like the aftershocks of an
earthquake. It must have happened to me, even without a man.
I hugged my big breasts and dance around. Being a girl was going to be
fun! I could reach heights of joy that men never dream of, even without
their help. All the equipment of joy was mine, to have and to hold forever.
I don't know how long I danced around before I calmed down. Maybe Jane had
done me a favor, and why had she given all this up for a male climax?
Jane came into the bedroom dressed in a pair of pajamas. We got into bed
and suddenly she was all over me. Rubbing my body in some of the most
sensitive places. She sure knew where to touch me. I guess she had years to
learn this body's sensual areas. I was too tired to fight her. My legs felt
weak as I sank to the bed and she laid on top of me. Even through her
pajama pants I could feel a hard shaft pressing against my leg. In the dim
light my breasts looked like mountains of white ivory topped with pink
cherries. Liquid fire began to run through me. This was going to answer
alot of questions for me.
Jane removed her pajamas. Her prong snapped out as if it was propelled by
springs. Her body felt like a bushel of hot snakes had broken loose. Her
feet, calves, thighs, stomach, and chest were writhing over me while my
huge tits bored into her. Her tool was pushing at my legs, trying to get
into the slit. I pressed my hands against the hunched muscles of her warm
back.
"Open your legs," she ordered.
I moved my feet apart and her hips slid down, over the hard bone above my
pussy. Her prick was jabbing like a lance at the lips between my legs. I
lifted my ass so she could get into position and ram it into me. She lunged
and hit the outside. One of her hands reached for mine and brought it down
between my legs. She wanted me to guide her big cock home. I wrapped my
small hand around the hot shaft and brought the slippery head against my
sex.
She pushed again as I opened my legs until I was straddling the bed. If
she didn't get inside me quickly, I was going to go crazy! Then, something
was pushing my groin apart. The muscles in my back strained as my pussy was
forced apart. The head glided into me like a hot poker. My labia clamped it
tight. I could feel the blood pounding in it, sending a tremor through me
with every beat of her heart. The hot thing inside of me was setting me on
fire. I began to vibrate all the way from my toes to me scalp. My arms
ached from squeezing her. My legs had some how rose to circle her waist.
She hunched forward and I gritted my teeth as the hot little ball began to
tear my insides apart.I put my hands on her hips to keep her from splitting
me open. I heard a far away female crying out. I realized it was me. If I
didn't know I was a man I would have sworn that a girl was getting the
screw of her life. Jane's body suddenly became very still. My vibrating had
turned into a violent tremble. My feet, my hips, my buttocks, were having
individual and uncoordinated spasms. I raised myself with my legs, trying
to press the hot little ball deeper inside of me. Jane's body went rigid.
"I'm coming. I'm coming," she hissed. I could recall that as a man I was
always aware of just how close I was to the brink of orgasm, but as a woman
I really didn't know.
Her teeth clamped down on my earlobe and she began to jerk violently. I
jammmed the points of my enormous tits into her chest and arched up to get
my body close to hers. For a moment, her arms clamped my so tightly that I
was afraid she would break my ribs. Her breathe began to ooze out in a long
exhalation. The hot thing inside me began to grow smaller even while I
struggled to keep it inside me. Her lips were on mine as she began to
wiggle and the rubbery thing slid out of my crack evan as I tried to hold
it in. She lifted her head and I saw that her eyes were shining.
"That was a million times better than when I was the girl." She said.
"How does it feel to be on the receiving end, howard?"
She stood up with her limp cock hanging in front of her legs. I wished she
would get hard again, but I knew that for a male it wasn't that easy. She
bent down and kissed me.
I padded softly into the bathroom, sat on the toilet and let her cum
dribble out of my cunt. I wiped my self, put the frilly nightie back on,
and got into bed with thoughts of "wham-bam-thank-you-maam" as I dropped of
to sleep.
I Got the DD's Chapter 6
I spent the remainder of my, Jane's, vacation learning to be Jane. Under
he careful tutilage I practiced walking, talking, sitting, moving, even
dancing like a girl. I wore the briefest outfits Jane owned. She forced me
to wear high heeled shoes all the time. To the supermarket, cleaning house,
all the time. By the end of the week my feet were sore, but I could walk
with so degree of confidence that I would not break an ankle.
The days passed quickly, and I became more certain of my new role with
each passing day. I was learning all the things to come some natural to a
beautiful woman. I still had to continually think about my movements and
gestures, but Jane was satisfied that I was acting very feminine. I could
apply my own makeup, put on my bras and panty hose with complete ease. Even
the right to left buttoning of female clothing had ceased to bother me.
Jane said, "You learn fast Howard. I think you're going to make a better
woman than I did, and I think you even enjoy it!"
"How can you say that? I'm just making the best of an unbearable
situation." I said.
I soon became accustomed to my buxom shape, and even though the big
breasts often seemed to get in the way I learned to adapt to their
presence. The most difficult thing to get used to was my size. I had spent
all my life being a large man, and now, overnight, I had became a five foot
two 110 pound weakling. I couldn't lift half my weight or even open a jar
of pickles.
We had the neighbors over for drinks and even visited some close friends.
I had expected some comments concerning my sudden breast development, but
although my huge tits got some strange looks, nothing was said.
We went to the Arts Festival downtown. At Jane insistence I dressed in a
pair of brief panties and a pair of skin tight white shorts that were so
tight I thought I'd never get them on. They pressed up into my slit giving
me an almost erotic feeling. My bra lifted and separated my big globes. A
sleeveless tight top outlined my balooning breasts. I slipped my tiny feet
into a pair of four inch pumps and tripped across the room to the mirror
where I deftly applied my makeup and teased out my silky blonde tresses.
Again I stared at my angelic face in the mirror, moving my jaw and making
faces to make sure it was really me I saw reflected back. I reached up and
touched the mirror, the silver wristlets charming musically. It was me. I
still couldn't believe how I could be such a person. I had always loved
watching a gorgeous girl, well, now I was that girl. Probably forever. A
deep sigh broke my moment of contemplation and I walked out to meet Jane.
Downtown we walked around looking at the exhibits. A gentle breeze was
blowing, fanning my hair away from my face. As I walked, men turned to
watch me pass. I took deep breathes, know that it pressed my large breasts
against my tight top. I let my rear end bounce all that it wanted to. There
was a sense of power, even humor in seeing all those males panting after
me. I thought, as I glided along on my highs, how much trouble shoes
shorter that these had given me just two weeks ago.
All the men oggled my abundant charms. I looked back at them with
indecent thoughts and felt my pussy twitch with excitement as I wondered
how it would feel to have one of them push his big wang in my my cunt. I
got hot just thinking about it! As we walked I overheard comments such as,
'there goes a fine one', and simply, 'Man, check that out!'
After we walked around the arts festival, Jane and I went down to the
beach. We walked along the sand dunes, watching the waves crashing on the
beach. My shoes were full of sand and I stopped to slip them off.
Jane whirled and began to run down the beach, and I started chasing her.
The sand caught at my feet, holding me back. Jane had vanished. As I shot
past a dune that curved to make a small cove, she grabbed me around the
waist. She spun me around and kissed me.
"Hey, let's go swimming," she said.
"We don't have any suits."
"Who needs a suit?"
She began peeling off her clothes. The sight of her broad back and firm
buttocks dashing away from me made me tingle all over. With a primal
animal yelp she plunged into the water. I shrugged and unzipped my shorts,
stepped out of my panties and pulled my top over my head. I unhooked my
bra, my big jugs spilled forth and rolled around on my chest. In a moment
we were frolicking in the waves like two young sea-lions. My hair hung in
loose strands, but I didn't care. Our bodies rubbed together, broke apart,
and pressed together again, as we chased each other through the waves.
The sun was going down as we ran for our clothes. I almost grabbed the
familiar pair of faded 501's instead of my skimpy shorts. Some habits die
hard! Jane grabbed her undershirt and began to dry herself. I used my top.
The warmth that the sun had imbued to the sand began to rise up between my
open legs. Jane spread her Levi's out, laid down on her back and raised her
arm. I put my hand into hers and allowed her to pull me down on top of her.
We were like Adam and Eve reversed, alone with the elemental sea, the
crashing waves, and a few sea-gulls.
"I love you this way, and I love being a man." she said simply.
I nestled my body down into her and squirmed into the complete
contentment that enveloped me. Her lips found mine and we clung together.
The nipples of my big breasts were beginning to emerge into hard little
cones. Jane's organ began to swell against my stomach. She shifted under me
and I felt it continue to grow and slide towards my crotch. My stomach felt
tight with a nameless fear. Even though it was an incredible feeling,
something still told me it was wrong for a man to fuck me. However, I
couldn't back out now, even if I had really wanted to. I opened my legs and
tried to relax. The hot little ball slid into me without even a struggle. i
breathed deeply and clamped my pussy lips around it, hoping that I could
repeat my performance of the night before. We laid there for a moment, then
Jane raised her haunches ever so slightly. In spite of my mind saying I
shouldn't, I pressed down and back. The hot little thing was radiating a
fire that swept through me. I had to get it in deeper. I pressed down
again. The fire was reaching my brain.
"Push," I cried, suprising me! "Ram me!"
Her arms went down to my waist and she swung her hips up. Her shaft
zoomed into me like the shell from a cannon. Me guts suddenly ripped apart
and my legs seemed to break. My body felt as stuffed as a Christmas goose.
I wiggled to make the stuffing more comfortable. As I did a wave of pure
delight shot through me. It could only be compared to distilled sunshine
being pumped through every vein and artery. I felt so warm! I began to moan
and writhe. I was no longer myself. Some sex crazed slut had taken over
this female shell. Every motion I made was followed by the hot shaft
pressing into me. I began to thump my body up and down and back and forth
with her hips following in a passionate chase. My muscles squeezed and
relaxed while I dance in ecstasy. Jane's hips were battering mine each time
I pressed down onto her. How long had we been pumping like this? A minute?
An hour? I had no idea. Time did not exist. I rammed my ass back down and
felt the head of her cock bang against the soft opening of my newly
acquired uterus. We were no longer two people. We were one person racing
toward the sun. With a wild cry we plunged through it's burning corona and
into it's fiery depths. I yelled as the flames consumed me.
There was such a difference between a woman's climax and that of a man.
No one could explain it because the idea of experiencing both was
incomprehensible. Yet, I had done it. I had truly experienced both worlds.
My mind returned from the blackout slowly. The shaft was still inside of
me, warming my whole body even though the chill wind was blowing across my
back. Slowly, ever so slowly, the hot little ball began to slide back. i
wiggled my hips, reveling in the delicious warmth. It reached my lips and
stopped for a moment. I found Jane's lips and melted into her. Tears welled
up in my eyes.
Being a woman certainly had some compensations. I wanted to lie like this
forever, pressed together in a unity of mind and body, but the wind had
grown sharper. With a cry I squeezed her to me as hard as I could, and then
jumped up. My top was somewhat damp, but I pulled it over my head without
putting on my bra. The material slid roughly over my swollen nipples, but I
didn't care. This was the best I had felt since this whole transformation
had happened. As we plodded across the sand I tried to focus on the
wonderful feeling of the past few moments, and not the thought that some
man had just fucked me, and I liked it.
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Date: Sun Jun 18 22:48:29 1995
I Got the DD's part 7
Back at home we went into the kitchen. The salt air and our exercises had
made me ravenous. We ate right out of the refrigerator.
I pulled my top off and my unfettered breasts came into view. I swung my
shoulders and my breasts jiggled from side to side. Jane eyed my jiggling
boobs and her Levi's began to tent up in the front.
"My God Jane...You're hard all the time. You really get into being a man
don't you?" I said.
I kicked off my heels, dropped my shorts and panties, took Jane by the
hand and led her into the living room.
I laid down, closed my eyes and opened my legs. When I opened my eyes all
I could see was Jane's face hovering over mine. Her rod was beginning to
explore. I let her bang against me several times before I reached down,
squeezed the almost rigid shaft, and guided it in.
The shaft began to burrow into my hole, swelling as it did. My pelvic
bones were being pushed apart by the warm object.
"Take it easy lover, make it last," I cooed.
Jane was sliding in and out of me in a beautiful rhythm that could have
been set to music. each time the head slid along my canal a thrill of joy
shot through me. I saw us as one body moving in time to unheard music,
while the delights of heaven flowed through me. We were graceful and
langorous. The world had fallen away again, leaving only the two of us. I
rocked up and down, content to canter like this forever. My female body
floated above a a flown strewn path beside a rippling lagoon as we
continued to blend and move apart to blend again.
Jane's hold on my shoulders was becoming firmer. I tightened the muscles
inside my pussy and increased the pace. She slammed into me hard, and the
big shaft gave my canal a sudden outward push. At the instant of
ejaculation I looked at her face. She had been transported into some far
away land of pure bliss. I loved her with an intensity that I had never
achieved as a man. I put my arms around her and squeezed as hard as I could
while my pussy squeezed the last drop of sperm from her balls.
"See kitten," Jane said, "you've finally made the supreme adoration of
yourself. You've made a man very happy. It's the moment that all women live
for. Now you truly know how it feels to be a woman."
In my mind I knew that she was right. I knew now that women live only to
give love and be loved. All else is unimportant to them, and if the
ingredient of love is not a part of their life, they lead a meaningless and
unhappy life.
We dressed and slipped back into the kitchen.
After a little conversation I took a shower and donned a simple pink gown
for bed.
Then next morning when I awoke the house was quiet. Jane must have left.
I wandered into the kitchen found the eggs in the 'fridge and fried one,
then remembered to make some toast. Jane had left some coffee in the pot
and, as I sat down to eat with the morning sunshine splashing over the
walls, I felt anxious. I was beginning to get way to comfortable living
Jane's life. I had to see my doctor, maybe he could help.
I munched the toast and sighed. No matter how great a female climax was,
being a girl just wouldn't work. I stuck out my hand to see if it was
shaking. It stayed out before me steady as you please, with the long red
fingernails at the end of slim fingers. I'd have to figure some way to get
back into my real body. I got up from the table and went into the bedroom.
Girl's underthings were no longer any mystery to me. With all the
practice I'd had the last weeks, and I had sure watched Jane getting
dressed plenty of times before that. I pulled open Jane's dresser drawer
and took out a pair of panties. I pulled off the baby doll nightie and
stepped into a pair of lacy briefs, then pulled out a pair of panty hose.
They slid on over my smooth shaven legs without any trouble. After thinking
for a moment I snapped a bra around my waist, then put my hands through the
loops and slid it up as high as it would go. It was trapped under my over-
sized tits until I pulled them out and pulled the cups up over them. There
had to be an easier way to put on a bra. The rest was easy. Even though the
blouse buttoned in th back I found that I could easily reach around and
touch the center of my back. The black pants were tight, but made of a
stretch material that made me look as if someone had spray-painted me black
from the waist down. I couldn't find any flat heeled shoes, Jane must have
tossed all hers once I became her. I reluctantly pulled on a pair of black
pumps with a 3 1/2 inch heel. I then picked a light blue jacket from the
closet, dabbed experimentally with the lipstick and then wiped it off.
Without it I looked innocent, wide-eyed, and very pretty.
A gentle breeze was blowing as I walked smoothly into my heels toward the
address of Dr. Weinstock. The wind fanning my hair away from my face. I
noticed the men driving by whipping their necks around to get another look
at me. Two stopped and offered me a ride, diner, anything I wanted. I
sighed inwardly, knowing what my looks and body were doing to those men.
Heaven knows that I used to enjoy the thrill of looking at a gorgeous,
sexy, woman.
The offices of Dr. Weinstock were in the old brownstones built in the
mid-fifties. non of that chrome and glass stuff for him. I walked into the
waiting room and noticed that he had changed nurses since my last visit.
This one was a real looker. A buxom brunette, her hair was fluffed out in a
frame that enclosed two wide, and strangely wise eyes. A generous mouth,
liberally coated with a soft pink lipstick accentuated her angular face.
"Good morning." She spoke in a low registered voice. She sounded bored.
"Good morning." I said. "Could I see Dr. Weinstock?"
"You have an appointment?" Again, the deep voice. If I had not been
looking at the gorgeous figure in front of me I would have thought that I
was talking to a man.
I shook my head negatively.
"I don't see how," she said. "Did another Doctor refer you?"
"I'm an old patient of Doctor Weinstock." I explained.
"I don't see how, you're not old, and Doctor Weinstock only has male
patients. You're not a man."
My face got red. "I used to be." I admitted softly.
She looked at me more intently and whistled."No kidding? I'll be
damned..so did I!"
I couldn't speak, suddenly I realized that my mouth was hanging open. I
closed it. it was like a delayed reaction. Suddenly it dawned on me. She
used too be a man. Questions were on my lips, but before I could speak she
continued.
She shook her head. "Tell me who did your surgery. I thought I was a good
looking TS, but you could give me points and still win! You must have been
a VERY femme man to have turned out this good!" she said, eyeing my round
hips, small waist and abundant bosom that was rising and falling with each
nervous breath that I took.
"No, no," I said hastily, "I didn't have an operation, my mind was
transfered with my wife's!"
She stood up and put her hands on her ample hips. "Is that so? Are you a
girl now or a man?"
"I'm a girl alright, that's what I want to see the doctor about."
She nodded and walked out from behind her little desk, and I saw she was
really built. I wondered if she had also had implants or if it was just
hormones. She circled around me, examining me as if I were a side of beef.
Finally she nodded again.
"You sure are a girl. Now tell me again what you want to see the doctor
for."
"Look," I said, "I'm not a nut case any more than you are for wanting to
become a girl. I have suffered a case of hysterical transference and would
like to see Dr. Weinstock. There is no one else here at this moment. Are
you going to tell me that I can't see him, or do I just barge in?" My tone
must have carried some hint of unlady-like masculinity. She stepped back
with a new air of respect. even though her feet were a little large, her
legs still looked long and lovely.
"You can see the Doctor. What is your name?"
"Howard Barker." I said.
She backed away another step and seemed somewhat wary of me.
"Do we have your records Mr. Barker?"
"No," I sighed. My large chest heaved and my eyes began to water. She
must think that I'm a wreck! "I'm not Howard any more. I'm Jane Barker, my
wife." I began to sob and hated myself for it. "Please tell him that I need
to see him!" I choked out between sobs.
"Alright Honey," she said quickly. She put her hand against my arm.
"Don't get all shook. I still don't know what happened to you, but it
obviously is causing you alot of trauma. I'll tell him that you are here."
She bent down and softly spoke into an intercom, then straightened up. "You
may go in now." She said softly in her low voice.
Doc Weinstock looked just about as he had the last time that I had saw
him, at my annual check-up almost a year ago. He watched me as I crossed
the space between the door and his desk and sat down in the hard chair.
"Well, what can I do for you Mrs. Barker?"
"You can tell me how I got to be Mrs. Barker." I replied directly.
His craggy brows went up just a fraction. "I guess you must have been
born that way. It's in your DNA."
"But it's not my DNA. It's my wife's." I leaned forward, my bra holding
my breasts back against gravity. "My name is Howard Barker. I'm an old
patient of yours. You have treated me ever since puberty."
He kept his cool, although a faint smile began to tug at the corners of
his mouth. I felt an urgency to make him understand.
"I can tell you things that only I would know. If I did, would you
believe me?" He lifted his shoulders to shrug an unspoken answer to my
question.
"About three years ago I came in here with a knee injury. You examined me
and found that the synovial fluid was drained out. You operated on me at
King's Hospital, and now, my knee is as good as new. Only now, my wife has
it, and I have her's."
I was watching his face and saw the eyebrows raise in suprise.
"Only we could have known that," I concluded. "Now, do you believe me?"
" I'm afraid not Jane." He said slowly. "You see, your husband told you.
That's how you knew. Tell my why you feel that you are Howard."
"I spread my beautiful hands out. I'm not saying that I'm Howard. I said
that I was Howard. There's a difference. I've read about hysterical
transferrence, and I know that if a person believes that something has
happened, it doesn't mean that it hasn't. Some people have deep feelings of
guilt and wake up to find that they are paralyzed."
"Mrs. Barker," he said, "you've been reading too many books on
psychiatry. I've read a few in my day, and even though I am a medical
doctor, I don't call myself a psychiatrist. Nor am I a mystic. You're
asking me to believe that your male 'soul' has been moved into a female
body, and I can't."
"You're trying to say that I'm crazy." I could feel the tears welling up
again.
"I'm telling you that you are a healthy young woman with some kind of
fixation on her husband." he said in a kind tone. He leaned forward,
scribbled on a pad, tore off the page and handed it to me. "Dr. Masters is
a good man. He'll help you with this little problem."
There was no use arguing with him. I could see that he might listen
politely, but he would never believe me. Dumbly, I took the slip of
outstretched paper. The Doctor stood up and stretched his hand out.
"Good Luck."
I shook his hand and walked out. The nurse had kicked open the bottom
drawer and put her feet up so that her uniform dress allowed a tantalizing
glimpse of her shapely thighs. I stopped at her desk.
"How much do I owe you?"
"That's Ok," she said. "the doctor never charges for casual
consultations."
I must have looked miserable. She got up, and walked me to the door. As
we neared it, she whispered to me.
"Listen Honey, I'm not a doctor, but I've got experience. I've been there
before, you're just to damned pretty to be going through what's bothering
you, which any woman can identify in a minute."
"What's that?"
"S-E-X," she spelled in her deep voice. "You're going through the whim-
whams over having a healthy woman's sexual appetite. All you have to do is
find a man, lean back, and let him do what comes naturally. I know the
symptoms. I know that just after my operation I couldn't wait to wrap my
new pussy around a big dick. I went nuts until I found a stud that could
give me a good reaming!", she winked.
"Thanks, I take that in consideration." I said dryly.
So that was that. I tossed the slip of paper into the gutter and waved
for a cab. Obviously I was going to have to remain a girl. I took a deep
breath and tried to think of all the advantages. I was young. I was
beautiful. And being a good judge of feminine pulchritude, I was very, very
sexy. As the cab dropped me off I noticed that Jane was back. Our Trans Am
was back in the garage.
The last weekend of Jane's vacation was over and it was time to go back
to work. Apprehension and anxiety filled my thoughts. How was i going to
handle the job? How was I going to handle Jane's co-workers?
Monday morning I dressed slowly. Jane had suggested a shirtwaist dress,
to minimize my expanded bosom.
"I am sure that there will be alot of raised eyebrows at the office when
you waltz in there with these pontoons!" She said with a smile as she
painfully tweaked one protruding nipple.
The dress was light blue, belted around my small waist. I wore dark blue
nylons and navy blue high heeled pumps. The skirt was rather short as were
all of Jane's skirts, but it was rather full and I wore a petticoat under
it, so even though it showed alot of leg it would be easy to keep my
panties covered. I tied a dark blue scarf around my neck and Jane insisted
that I wear some rings and jewelry to match the earrings that were thrust
through my pierced ears.
With make-up carefully applied and my hair curled and styled Jane and I
left for the office. Sweat beaded up on my forehead as I slid into the car,
arranged my full skirts around me and planted my high heeled pumps on the
floor as the car lurched off for what I figured to be my execution.
I Got the DD's Part 8
How could I carry this off? Would I be able to persuade everyone that
knew us so well that I was Jane? And how would I answer the remarks about
my suddenly blossoming bosom?
By the time we reached the office I was a nervous wreck.
Inside the main office, Jane showed me where her desk was. I remained for a
moment beside the desk, one hand deliberately smoothing the skirt across my
ass. "It's great to be back!" I said, loud enough for the girls in the
secretarial pool behind the receptionist's desk to hear me.
I knew that all those feminine eyes were critically dissecting my new shape
as I removed my jacket and hung it on a clothes rack.
"Hey!" said one of the girls in greeting.
"Hi!" I said back, not knowing her name. I felt like a pussy-cat in a cage
of man-eating tigers.
"Get out of here with that figure!" groaned one of the girls with open
envy. She was painfully flat in front. "There ought to be a law against
you!"
"There probaly is," I answered.
"She won't be here for long," said another.
"Why not?" I asked innocently, "I've already been here a year."
"Wait 'til the new boss gets ahold of your ass!" said still another steno.
"Somebody said that you'd had plastic surgery. What's the matter? Didn't
your husband have enough to play with? It looks like you kind of got
carried away. My god, you must always have a back-ache!"
I ignored her comment. Neither denying nor admitting what was so obvious.
The first few hours went well. Remembering what Jane had told me, I fielded
a few phone calls and received a couple of visitors, directing them to the
right location. Before I knew it, it was almost lunch time.
All of the excitement since the day had started had made me neglect to go
to the toilet. All of the sudden the pressure of my bladder bursting with
urine got my attention. I couldn't sit still. I squirmed in my seat, I had
to go now!
I slipped my left hand between my thighs, pressing my fingers into my
smooth crotch, trying to ease the sudden, acute anguish. Secretly at first,
and then more openly. Where in the hell was the John? Why hadn't Jane told
me where the ladies room was?
I couldn't remain seated. I got up and moved around, pretending to get
supplies. I walked with one hand tucked between my legs and my thighs
pressed tightly together, when I consulted the dictionary, which I did
frequently, I shoved the thick spline into my cunt.
I was getting to know the masochistic sensations that only women
understand. My pantyhose were continually sticking between the fat, humid
lips of my twat and I kept pecking my fingers through the front of my skirt
to pluck the panties out of my gash. All the other girls were watching my
erotic antics, but I didn't care. I had to piss!
Finally, a short plump steno named Rachel spoke up. "You look like you've
got a bad case of the hots!"
"That," I admitted, "and enough piss to float my back teeth!."
"Why hold it?" That's what the ladies room is for!" she said, gesturing
towards a door in the office. So that's where it was.
High heels clicking on the marble floor, I sighed with relief as I hitched
my skirt high, yanking down the feircely binding control top pantyhose and
squatted on the toilet seat.
Piss jetted out in a prolonged stream.
As my bladder was relieved, I paid more attention to the other girls in the
lavatory. Girls, girls, girls. Their feminine giggles made me envision
maidenly delights. Surrounded by all this pussy, was driving me beserk. A
groan of near masculine torment resounded inside my cubicle.
"Christ," I winced, "how much more of this can i take before I hop one of
these bitches?"
As I squat there, mt right hand went down between my parted thighs. My
clutching fingers grabbed only air. I no longer had my cock and balls! In a
frenzy I fumbled my seeking fingers between the lips of my cunt. Up high, I
found what I sought. A little senstitive nub, sticking out like a pinky.
Touching it lightly sent electric charges right up my backbone to my
inflamed brain. Thank heaven I found something that I could use.
I brushed avid fingers against the erect clit, faster and faster, as all
the feminine chatter swelled and surged around me.
"Awwww!" I cooed. "MMMffff! Awwww! Oooooohhhhh!"
Oozing juice dripped from my twitching crack into the toilet bowl. I sagged
in wholehearted, blessed gratification. I felt drained.
I thought the day would never end, and when it did I found that I was
forced to undergo another ordeal. Jane had been called away from the office
and I would have to take the bus home.
Riding a city bus during rush hour with my lush body was a real experience.
Every man, young and old undressed me with his eyes, and I was pinched
twice as I squeezed out of the crowded vehicle.
I quickly trotted down the street and up the drive into our home. In the
house, Jane was sitting at the kitchen table reading the paper. "I've got
to keep up on the current events if I'm to be the man around the house,"
she said.
"That's a ridiculous stereo-type." I said.
Her cynical smile began to tug at her lips. "Baby, it's been that way since
Adam and Eve. A babe shacks up, or marries a man and she expects him to
bring home the bacon. If he doesn't, a girl gets mighty worried. Women know
what the score is."
She was right, of course. It's the kind of thing that men don't like to
face. We don't want to think that a woman's deepest instinct is to preserve
the home and her children. I was sure that I didn't have any maternal
instincts. Inside this bimbo's body I was all man. I shrugged and went up
to the bedroom as Jane turned back to continue her reading.
I stripped out of my clothes and stood before the mirror, surveying once
again my perfect centerfold frame. There was still an almost inexhaustable
pleasure in watching myself in the mirror. Watch your breasts rising and
falling with each breath, the way your legs swelled up into rounded hips
with the cute little triangle of hair that runs down between your legs.
Even girls who used to be men liked to watch girls. My hands stole down
between my legs and began to caress myself again.
My body felt warm and a good feeling began to course through it. I wasn't
even excited, I was becoming drowsy, unfocused. I floated off in this sea
of warm contentment that was bound up with a non-centralized erotic glow. I
was learning more about being a female.
I decided to get dressed and go out for a walk. I went to the closet and
pulled out a pair of tight jeans. It was a struggle to get them on and
zipped up. These jeans clung to every curve as if they had been painted on,
and the swelling of my prominent ass filled the seat tightly.
Over my fully packed bra I pulled a short blouse of white satin. This
exotic garment had a stand-up collar that encircled my neck, and a two-inch
band that encircled my chest just below my overflowing bra. It buttoned
down the back so that the front of my upper torso was just a facade of
gleaming satin with the twin mountains of my breasts jutting out proudly
from it. Between the bottom of the blouse and the tiny waist of my tight
jeans was a broad expanse os bare flesh, including my belly-button and
smooth taut stomach. The blouse had long full sleeves with wide button
cuffs.
I slipped my feet into high-heeled sandals and secured the straps up around
my ankles. The heels were just over 5 inches high, and very thin. I
teetered across the room to the dresser where I put on my make-up and
combed my blonde hair. I put earrings through my pierced ears. They were
bright red faceted glass prisms bigger than an olive dangling from a chain
over an inch long. I was very aware of the weight of the heavy jewelry
hanging from my lobes. I immediately discovered that each slight movement
of my head caused the glass pendants to fly around wildly, glinting flashes
of red in all directions.
The shiny white satin blouse emphasized the huge bold mounds of my silicone
implanted breasts. My ultra high heels exaggerated the length and curves of
my legs, and the skin tight jeans snuggly encased my hips, clinging to my
flesh with hardly a wrinkle. They surged over the curve of my swollen
buttocks. They were so tight that the fabric was drawn deeply in between my
bottom cheeks emphasizing their prominence and adding to their seperation.
My hips seemed ultra-feminine, broad and rounded. In the front the sleek
denime material curved down from well below mt naval, accentuating the
curve of my lower belly. But where the cling pants passed between my thighs
was the most sensuous sight of all.
The tight pants showed a shallow valley where the front center seam passed
down out of sight between my thighs to join the deeper seam which was
massaging my plump ass cheeks. With each step I took, the seam massaged the
sensitive lips of my cunt.
I decided to take a walk. It was short. Being new at female sex and
masturbation... I never counted on bringing myself off in such a fashion,
but I had not gone more that two blocks before the warm feeling descended
on me again, and I almost swooned with the emotion that engulfed me. i felt
my panties dampen and my gash oozed the cream of delight. After I settled
down, the walk seemed anti-climatic and I hurried home.
"I sure hope Jane isn't all fired up tp punch me, I'm drained..." I thought
to myself.
I got the DD's part Nine
A week went by and I sort of settled in at the office. I wasn't sure, but I
thought the rest of the girls were accepting me. I began to notice less
sarcasm in their voices.
One of the girls at the office asked me if I would like to go with her to
the Fitness Spa after work. I was apprehensive about being so exposed as a
woman. I had no idea how to act like a girl in an athletic situation.
But, I was curious to see how I would compare with other women in physical
ability now that I was female. I agreed to go.
To my amazement, I was in better shape physically than almost all of the
women at the spa. It felt good to work out. I began to sweat. A trickle of
sweat ran down my back, detween my buttocks, and between my legs, soaking
the spandex leotard that I had on.
As I exercised on one of the nautilus machines, again and again the machine
slid against my thigh, up into my crotch and then flat against my ass. Each
time the motion pulled the lips of my slit, as if someone was manipulating
my body. I began to feel the throbbing of desire to press my hands between
my legs and move my body more intensly to satisfy my desires.
"I'm going to be musclebound if I don't quit," Joan said. "What say we take
a shower?" I nodded agreement and we walked back toward the dressing room.
Joan was in the shower already when I finished undressing and joined her.
She was standing under it, letting the steaming water run over her hair,
down her neck, and drip off her breasts in a steady stream.
The water felt hot at first, but after the first few seconds it felt good.
It began to sink in, under my skin, taking with it the ache that had began
in my calves, waist and shoulders. We turned off our showers at the same
time and picked up towels and began to dry our bodies.
"Turn around," joan said,"I'll wipe your back."
The rough towel against my warm back felt good. She was standing so close
to me I could feel the heat from her body. That felt good too.
"Your turn. Turn around, I'll wipe you off." I said.
She turned around and I stood as close to her as she had to me. She was
just a little taller than me, with a tinge of red in her brunette hair. I
began to wipe. Without thinking I moved the towel around to her front and
began to wipe her breasts. She purred and wiggled her behind. I let the
towel drop from my hands, cupped her breasts and began to squeeze her
nipples. her hand moved around behind her and slid between my legs. She
took a deep breath and I felt her breasts swell in my hands. I spread my
legs to brace myself and to give her better access to my moist pussy. Her
finger slid along and the darted in.
My breath caught in my throat as I found myself squeezing and releasing my
hands and the muscles in my pelvis. She was breathing in great raw gasps.
"Put - your - finger - in." She managed to say between gasps.
I slid one of my hands down, feeling it move against her firm abdomen and
gently rounded belly, down to the soft hair and between her legs. My finger
moved inside her damp opening and began to play with her intimate cavern.
My own body began to float again, as it had before. I moved closer, jamming
my pussy into her hand.
Her breathing became shorter and shorter. I could feel her clit begin to
emerge from under its hood and I rubbed the tip of it harder. Her whole
body was shaking. Suddenly her other arm reached around, pressing my legs
against hers.
"I'm coming," she gritted. "Hold me tight."
I held on while a violent paroxysm swept over her. After a minute she
stopped trembling and removed her finger from inside me. She turned around
and I saw that she was glowing.
"Wow! That was nice of you. How come?"
"I don't know, I just got an urge." I replied.
She grinned and spread her legs so her slit stood out in crimson
prominence.
"How come you've never told me that you like women?"
"I never did," I told her.
Joan had begun to pull on a pair of black panties that weren't much more
than a fig-leaf. I watched as she took her bra off the hook in the locker,
slipped her arms into it, then bent down so her breasts hung down, then
pulled the bra up aginst them. So, that's how it should be done! I knew
there had to be an easier way than stuffing them in as if stuffing a pillow
into a pillowcase.
She pulled her dress down and zipped it up. "God, it's been months since
I've had a good fuck"
I could feel that my face was becoming warm.
Joan sliped on her high heels, grabbed her purse. "Thanks again,' she said
casually. She waved her hand and left.
The days passed quickly, and I became more certain of my new self. I hadn't
had any more sex encounters with Joan although we became close friends and
had lunch together almost every day. She hadn't caused the fire in my
crotch to come back, mainly because I hadn't allowed a situation to develop
the would cause it to. I didn't want to become a full-fledged dyke. I
enjoyed making love to Jane, but something seemed to be missing in our
relationship now.
Maybe I resented what she had done to us, although I was learning to accept
what had happened, and I was going to do my best to cope with and even
enjoy being a girl. Still, I thought very little about Jane. I can't even
imagine how a sext woman would feel being in a strong male body.
One evening I went into the bedroom and picked out the most feminine,
frilly dress in the closet and out it on. It hugged my voluptous curves. My
full breasts punched at the front of the sheer creation. I was learning how
nice it was to delight in soft things, like the sexy dress with the low cut
neckline and short skirt that now weakly attempted to cover my frame. i ran
my hands over my rounded hips and twirled to see how beautiful I was in the
mirror. The white high heeled shoes with theit dainty straps went nicely
with my white lace collar. I tucked a small white purse under my arm.
"Going to see Joan?" Jane asked. We had discussed the girl from the office.
Jane knew she was a lesbian but didn't seem to have any problems with my
relationship with her. She seemed to understand that I would still have
desires for women.
"Just out," I said noncommitally. "I have to get some fresh air and think."
Outside I hailed a passing cab and gave him the address of Joan's
apartment. I rang the bell, waited, and began to feel nervous. For a brief
second I thought of running away, but I steadied myself and rang the bell
again.
"O.k., o.k., I'm coming!" Said a deep male voice. Before I could even turn
to leave, the door opened. I was looking at a young salesman from the
office who had tried to pick me up repeatedly.
"Whadda you want?"
"I think we know each other...or should. Can I come in?" I said in a
halting voice.
He looked at me suspiciously and tried to undress me with his eyes. His
gaze swept over my full, pouting breasts that strained at the front of my
dress, down over my tiny waist to where the skirt ended above shapely nylon
covered legs and stopped at my small feet perched on their 4 inch heels."
I put my hand on his bare arm and he looked down at it as if it was an
insect. "I'm sorry for the way that I've been treating you at the office...
It's just that I am a little mixed up about who I am and who I want to be."
I said softly.
He sank into a chair and put his hands up in front of his face. "You
bitch," he mumbled.
I sank to my knees and put my hands on his thigh. "Please don't," I begged.
"If you do I might cry." I probaly wouldn't, but it sounded good in Jane's
tiny female voice.
"You? That's a laugh. What have you got to cry about! You ruined my
marriage, everything, and then you got your tits pumped and wouldn't even
talk to me!"
So, Jane was fooling around on me! Why is it the husband is always the last
to know. I began to laugh.
He jumped up and raised his arm as if he were going to hit me. I shrank
back. Then, suddenly, I was as angry as he seemed to be.
"All right, hit me, you ape!" I yelled. "Go on, acy like a dumb bully! Hit
first and then use your head! You made your own choice. It's not like I
seduced you....or did I?"
His face puffed up in a red rage and he swung. It was a quick blow, but I
saw it coming and stepped out of the way. My agility on the high heeled
shoes amazed me. The force of his missed blow carried him forward and he
fell onto the couch.
"It's no use," he mumbled. "My life is over."
"Don't be a damn fool," I snapped. I was suprised at how sharp my voice was
and how brave I felt. He had almost a foot and 100 lbs on me. "It wasn't my
fault. I wasn't myself when we were together before."
"It wasn't huh?" he grunted. "Then why did you do it. With your gorgeous
face and incredible body I didn't have a chance, and you knew it!"
"I just wanted to know if I could I guess. It just happened, that's all."
"Because you wanted it to happen." He said bitterly.
"And haven't you ever wanted something desperately?"
"Not so bad that I would ruin another person's life!"
He got up from the couch and began to pace. "Why can't it go back to like
before?"
"Because it can't. It's something that just can't be. Listen, I went to a
doctor about my problems. He said that I went a little insane for a while,
it was my way of dealing with a bad situation. But I'm better now. He said
I shouldn't try to solve my problems with sex."
The words must have hit a responsive chord. he stopped pacing.
"Let's have a drink," I suggested.
I sat down primly, with my knees together, my dress up to the top of my
thighs. I was learning to sit like a lady, but I knew that with the short
skirt I was advertising. I knew he could see my pantied crotch. I took a
gulp of my drink.
I took another sip of the liquor. "I just really want your body. It was so
hot before, but now...It is phenomenal. I mean you are amazing." he said.
"I know, but lets go get something to eat, and talk." I said.
"O.k., I'll have to change. Just wait her a sec."
As he was changing I was thinking. He wants this body, I would love to have
his. He was young, handsome, and had a good job. If I could find out how
Jane did this he'd get his wish! He'd have this damn body! I'd be a man
again!
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